Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1634: 879: Pen of Enlightenment, Primordial Yang Awaited

The Tribulation Cloud stretched across a million miles, while the expanding five-colored halo not only obliterated countless thunderbolts but also carved out a gigantic “void” amid the immense Thunder Sea.

Right at the heart of the “void,” five brilliant Dao Lotuses gradually unfurled, with a “child” perched atop each one.

These five “children,” around seven or eight years old, boasted rosy lips and sparkling white teeth; their hands and feet were plump like lotus roots, draped in vivid, shimmering bellybands.

As the lotuses fully bloomed and the True Spirits emerged, the Five-Colored Vortex abruptly shifted into a pristine white light cloud.

Rumble, rumble, rumble…

Empowered by the Creation Domain, the five Treasure Mirror True Spirits ignited their initial flicker of Wisdom Light, astonishingly opening their eyes all at once and letting out their very first cries upon birth.

“Zha!”

“Zha!”

“Zha!”

“Zha!”

“Zha!”

This resounding cry proclaimed to every Heaven and Universe that five fresh True Spirits had come into being between Heaven and Earth.

With that cry, the five children sprang from their lotuses, flashing into the nearby Thunder Sea like bolts of lightning.

The very next moment, towering waves surged through the Thunder Sea, as myriad thunderbolts gathered into colossal peaks, thundering forth to swallow the five tiny figures.

In this dire crisis, five majestic phenomena manifested at once, swiftly countering the devastating might of the tribulation thunder.

To the east, a Fusang Tree materialized from nowhere, swiftly towering under the thunder's relentless assault, soon blanketing the skies and thrusting roots across millions of miles of emptiness.

To the west, within the boundless Thunder Sea, a streak of golden light darted about with impossible speed. Everywhere the golden light streaked, Thunder Dragons and Electric Flood Dragons dissolved into mist, while the light itself blazed even brighter, nearly beyond Zhao Sheng’s ability to perceive.

To the south, a colossal Great Sun ascended, its radiance bathing thousands of miles, as nearby thunderbolts plunged into its core, rapidly forging into Heavenly Thunder Tribulation Crystals one by one.

To the north, a mighty Cloud Dragon prowled the Thunder Sea, emerging at a staggering ten thousand zhangs in size, endlessly devouring clouds and fog while inhaling the surrounding tribulation thunder, which soon merged into its form.

In the central void, a mass of dark soil sprang into existence. Bombarded fiercely by countless tribulation thunders, the soil didn't diminish—instead, it ballooned outward at a shocking pace in every direction, forming an island before expanding further.

No one could tell how much time elapsed, but the million-mile Tribulation Cloud had thinned dramatically, and the once-vast Thunder Sea dwindled nearly to nothing.

Each grand phenomenon dominated its domain, exuding a splendorous and awe-inspiring presence.

After nine breaths, the Tribulation Cloud scattered away, with all the tribulation thunder fully devoured by the phenomena.

Just then, Zhao Sheng materialized above the central grand land, a joyful grin lighting his face.

Suddenly, the five rosy-lipped, white-toothed children in bellybands popped into view, encircling Zhao Sheng in an instant.

The Five Spirit Children waved their chubby limbs with delight and vigor, then bowed as one, declaring, “Children, greet the lord!”

Zhao Sheng gazed at them one by one, brimming with satisfaction and a profound sense of fulfillment.

“Children, now that you've awakened spiritual wisdom, you're just like real living beings. Every human infant receives a name at birth. Do you wish for names too?”

Upon hearing Zhao Sheng’s words, the Five Spirit Children exchanged glances, then turned to their “lord” and chorused together, “We are willing; please bestow names upon us, lord!”

Zhao Sheng gave a slight nod, thought briefly, and then announced, “Born from the Five Elements, your first cry was ‘Zha.’ Thus, take the Five Elements as your surnames and Zha as your given names.”

“Ah! Then I shall be Jin Zha!”

“…I am Mu Zha!”

“…I am Shui Zha!”

“…I am…”

The Five Spirit Children bubbled with joy, each shouting their new name in excitement.

They then bounded about playfully, morphing into glowing spirit lights that swirled around Zhao Sheng, stirring up rippling waves of radiance.

After some time, finding the commotion overwhelming, Zhao Sheng told the Five Zhas to halt.

Obeying instantly, the Five Zhas ceased and dutifully returned to the Core Energy Sea inside the Dantian, gradually adapting to their new abilities amid boundless Mana sustenance.

At that point, Zhao Sheng departed Divine Palace Heaven without delay, hastening back to Burial Immortal Ruins Eternal Ruins Workshop. There he remained for Thirteen Ruins before at last heading to Taiyi Spirit Realm.

Yet, Zhao Sheng had no clue that soon after he left, the Long River Realm mysteriously received a “heavenly rain of sweet dew.”

This “sweet rain” showered over the whole realm, rapidly converting into vast amounts of pure Spiritual Energy that saturated every part of the Long River Realm.

The “sweet rain” continued for three days and three nights, a time when countless cultivators shattered their bottlenecks, and numerous creatures transformed into demon beasts.

Following this never-before-seen “heavenly rain of sweet dew,” the Spiritual Energy density in the Long River Realm almost doubled, while the count of Spirit Veins exploded by more than three times.

In the three hundred years that came next, the Long River Realm produced seventeen Divinity Transformation True Monarchs in succession, and Nascent Soul Cultivators increased dramatically.

This incident didn't just reshape the fate of the Long River Realm; it also ushered in prosperity for the Cultivation World lasting nearly ten thousand years.

One thousand years post-event, dozens of Half-Immortals of the Void came down to the lower realm, seeking the secrets of that “heavenly rain of sweet dew,” but every one of them failed and returned empty-handed.

This is a tale from later times, no need for more details.

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Time rushes forward like flowing water, ceaseless through day and night, and ten years quickly elapsed.

On this particular day, a Qingyun arrived at the shore of Hualong Island, and Zhao Xuan Ye, with a smile on his face, stepped off the Qingyun, ready to venture into the island.

All of a sudden, a golden light burst forth, and right before Zhao Xuan Ye stood a child dressed in a golden silk bellyband, boasting rosy lips and sparkling white teeth.

“Old man with a white beard, what are you doing on my Hualong Island?!” Jin Zha sized up Zhao Xuan Ye and demanded arrogantly.